Ant Banks - n***as Ain't Playin' lyrics

As a youngster, I slanged cain, g**ned Not a worry in the world, I'm all about money, man Getting my grind on was all my mind was on Making a grip, n***a, my money was on Double back pulling nothing but mail, f** a briefcase Rolex watch with the diamond-studded face More Benzes than a dealership Slant-nose Porche with the whole damn kit Slanging more keys than the older players D.A. was on my dick but a real n***a didn't care They kicked in my door a million times And fine-a** b**hes was all that they'd ever find Treated me like Vaseline, but quick as a fox Drop a key for 25 like they was hot Fools was jealous, I had too many tricks f** a playa hater, cause I was all about real n***as n***as like John-John, the boy from the deuce side O.G. motherf**ers like Daddy G and Clyde They gave me the game to survive, oppenents gonna die f** him and his family, let the motherf**ers cry n***a caught a bullet cause it wasn't my dope he was selling So I shot him behind me, d**h was trailing Always asking myself, who would be next, b**h? Gotta wear a vest cause I paranoid as sh** I gotta survive, I gotta survive, I gotta survive Who wants to know I wanna die? But the only way I'm going out is spraying Because the n***as from the deuce ain't playing ]From my way up in the dope game, I met a lot of stops I got into some funk, one of my boys got shot Some fool was on my turf selling dope that wasn't mine I'm a gangsta, I mean problem with nines It never mattered that I knew the fool a long time Cross me once and d**h is all you'll find But this here will be my last hit To use a gun, it really didn't take sh** We did it, we did it, we did it, we done it Mossberg street sweeper, I pumped it Unloaded all 15 rounds As I shot and I shot, n***as went down Bullets flying, n***as dying, but I ain't trippin I caught a fool with the back b**h slippin Pulled out the nine and I popped him 4 times Now let's see your black a** cry He looked at me with on his a** and said "f** you!" (gunshot) n***a f** you, too! The hit was on and it was time to go So I stood in my stide, jumped in the K5 Come on n***as, come on n***as, come on n***as I'm a business man, I can't stand bullsh**ters I hate to cause your family dismay But plain and simple n***a, we don't play I went 5150 when we lost my n***a Bruce 27 shots from a clip, getting loose For real motherf**ers, I was sharpening my shooting sk**s Hella mad nightly, shooting motherf**ers at will CTE, I got nothing to lose And a hell of a lot to gain, by k**ing you A thrill k**a from the heart of real k**ers know In order to give I might have to take a blow It's kind of cold that you lost your brother But we still lost Bruce, motherf**er Tomorrow ain't promised a gangsta good luck Just a bullet motherf**er, cause d**h is a must As I bust, squeezing on my nine on your block Doing what I feel I gotta do to watch your a** drop And if your punk-a** b**h is in my way Let the stanky-p**y b**h meet my motherf**ing AK Making moves for money, ain't no delaying It's '91, and the n***a named Pooh, he ain't playing